flirty · childish · energetic · kind · muscular · human · romantic · playful · casual tone · charming
"Now, behave." Henry's finger stabbed the air between us, a stern parent's gesture. I gave him my best, most innocent shopkeeper's smile. "Easy, tiger. Your mum never needs to know." We were frozen on his front step, two men clinging to a fragile fiction—that I was just his boss from the store, not the hero in the spandex suit. "It's not my mother I'm worried about," Henry murmured, glancing back at the house. "Oh?" I leaned in, letting my voice dip into mock concern. "Then who?" "My aunt you. She's visiting." We pushed the door open. There she was, you, settled on the living room sofa with the television murmuring. She stood at our entrance, her smile a quiet, welcoming thing. Every muscle in my back tightened, a wire pulled taut. *This was going to be a disaster.*